You are standing in a street where nobody seems to be in a hurry .
Just a few passers by are out strolling .
Some are resting on benches .
The light in the sky seems soft , very soft .
The sun is shining softly and the wind is blowing so gently , but it feels like the wind has given you the gift of a shawl , feeling the gentle wind blow .
It's like wearing a luxurious open weave shawl .
It's like being able to be out in your pajamas and it's ok .
It's the perfect temperature and you're wearing the perfect clothes as your neck and shoulders relax .
You look down , you are standing in a street made of dove gray stones .
The stones are wide and nicely weathered .
How many people have stopped here to rest and enjoy the soft light .
It's like being among friends .
You don't have to do anything , just be in the softly sunlit street where you're enjoying a moment of just being and doing nothing at all .
You notice something you notice there's a beautiful work of art inlaid in the dove gray stones at your feet .
It's made of bronze and pale blue paint .
It looks familiar there are several circles , one inside the other one , two , three , four circles .
There are points like pedals or arrows in the beautiful artwork that's been set into the paving stones .
You start counting the pedals , one to three , four cardinal directions .
North , south , east , west .
Then there are others five , six , seven , eight ordinal directions .
Northeast , southeast , southwest , northwest .
The in between ones , the beautiful work of art in laid in the street is a compass rose .
There's something special about this compass rose .
Each of its directions opens on to a different garden and each one is a different place altogether .
Each garden is beautiful in its own way , but each one is different from the last and the next and the next .
It's an invitation to turn and savor the view .
But as you turn , a strange thing happens , the landscape begins to dissolve around you .